Wash your hand before you try to stick a filthy finger
Talking ‘basic bitches’ got you as far as the clitor
Glitter, 8,000 ways to glory, should be self-explanatory
But you need tutorials to make it flicker
Water dripping long enough could even pierce in fucking rocks
Pointing which directions, I won’t let you slip between the cracks
I sleep with enemies and friends if you were me, well, won't you?
Whatever works be sure it’s kosher
We don’t need bombs we got fire kites
Don’t need nobody, we don’t need your money
Na-ah!
תנקה קצת את הדם
I’m not done
Never done
Bummer, I know I’m no fun (Jew Jew)
Balagan
Little girl became a monster
My dress is made of paper, don’t mistake it for its white
I tie myself to bridles, but walk nobody's aisle
Run up your splinter fields alone, I’m barefoot, travel light
‘Cause those who buy the smart equipment never learn to improvise
Eat the mud, eat the mud
Like a virgin but I clean the blood
I bleed the blood and blaze the tires Leave u whining, praying for the flood Mud, blood, fire, god?
We don’t need bombs we got fire kites
Don’t need nobody, we don’t need your money
Na-ah